It looks like a win for the bay and his jock.
XI.
Sir Ralph he shouted and praised the bay,
He fancied he’d got it all his own way;
He began counting his gains, and hoarding his ore,
And chuckled with glee at the thought of his store.
XII.
All of a sudden, the bay lessens his speed,
And cease to take such a prominent lead;
“He’s keeping him in for the finish,” says he,